“Tell me to stop.” He caressed her bottom, his large palm flat against her skin as she squirmed on top of his lap. Dressed only in jeans, Brett’s warm torso came into contact with her naked bottom as he pressed her down onto his muscular thighs.

She wouldn’t tell him to stop. Not after he’d withstood a beat down. “Go ahead.”

He smacked her bottom ten more times alternating sides and making her count, and then instructed her to thank him. Can you imagine!

BOOK BLURB just in case you're left wondering what the heck this is all about.

Hold on to your hats ‘cause the hotties from Evermore Ranch are on their way to Dallas for the weekend.

When Dallas Devils tight end, Brett Gold's fiancée left him a year ago, he swore off getting involved with spoiled little rich girls. Brett became the ultimate bad boy on and off the field rather than deal with his personal life shot to hell.

Only a fool would tangle with the little sister of the McLemore brothers. So far all men with a lick of sense have left Cory McLemore alone. But now Cory is back from college and ready to party. This cowgirl crafts the perfect getaway to Dallas for a girls’ night out never suspecting the man she bumped into at the airport is about to become the missing link in her quest for a wild adventure. Cory quickly learns Brett is harder to walk away from a second time when she discovers the man beneath the bad boy persona is far different than she ever suspected.

One night with Cory has Brett scrambling. This NFL baller meets up with her family and it'll take more than fast hands and fancy footwork to score points with the hardcore McLemore men. With seconds left on the clock, Brett isn't about to let his Texas wildcat get away.

Evermore Ranch cuties and a whole lot of HAWT McLemore men are rounded up for this Girls’ Night Out (Book 4) in the Bad Boys erotic tales series.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

“Yeah, this plan.” She opened her legs, showing him how wet she was. “Come here, cowboy.” Her voice sounded like a seductive siren’s call and he almost lost it.

Shit! Rory moved downward, not stopping until he wedged her legs wide open. Taking her knees in his hands, he parted her legs even wider as he shifted in between her lovely thighs, and snuggly secured her by hoisting her calves over his shoulders.

Officially, he was now pissed, horny, and hungry as hell. “Baby, I’m going to get you off and then I swear, if you tempt me again, I’m going to lay you over my lap and take my sweet time, spanking your ass until it’s good and red. And that’s a goddamn promise you can take to the bank, Sommer Kincaid.”

Saturday, January 17, 2015

“Yeah, this plan.” She opened her legs, showing him how wet she was. “Come here, cowboy.” Her voice sounded like a seductive siren’s call and he almost lost it.

Shit! Rory moved downward, not stopping until he wedged her legs wide open. Taking her knees in his hands, he parted her legs even wider as he shifted in between her lovely thighs, and snuggly secured her by hoisting her calves over his shoulders.

Officially, he was now pissed, horny, and hungry as hell. “Baby, I’m going to get you off and then I swear, if you tempt me again, I’m going to lay you over my lap and take my sweet time, spanking your ass until it’s good and red. And that’s a goddamn promise you can take to the bank, Sommer Kincaid.”

Friday, January 2, 2015

W.T.F?

WELCOME TO THE JAN 2

NO KISSING!! BLOG HOP

YOU HEARD RIGHT!

IT'S TOO DAMN PERSONAL.

Well...we'll just fucking see about that!

Turn up the heat.

Sit back.

But don't you dare relax!

Mia walked ahead of him, her dress reflecting the dim
lighting. Within the halls at night, red lighting shone as the only source of
illumination. The interior rooms were better lit with lamps; not much brighter,
but enough to make viewing from the windows possible.

“Oh. My,” she gasped softly.

“Stop here,” he said, guiding her by the upper arm, then directing
her toward the back wall so that they could watch unimpeded. It wasn’t just
about the interior of the room. The audience was also a part of this fantasy
for members. “Do you see the man?” he asked Mia.

“Inside the room?” She nodded, staring over at the window.

“Yes. Do you like what he’s doing with the woman?”

There was a man within the room who had a woman spread over
his lap as he sat on a sofa. He paddled the woman, who had her wrists bound and
wore a gag in her mouth. The man stopped and powered up a vibrator, inserting
it into the woman’s pussy. On this side of the window, there were people seated
at tables and a few standing at the sides. It wasn’t uncommon for people to also
have sex while watching, and he wasn’t sure if they’d see anyone until they
stopped here. A man had his dick out and was getting jerked off by the woman
seated beside him.

“What about the other action?” He was much more interested
in her reaction to the members in the hall. “Over there. The guy getting a hand
job. Do you see what the woman is doing to him?” The man’s partner moved from
her seat. She knelt in front of the man’s lap and the bobbing of the woman’s
head was unmistakable.

“Brandon.” Mia’s breathing quickened. He took a step and
leaned against the back wall with her in front of him, relishing the tension of
wanting her torqueing in his body and tempering the moment of when he’d take
her. “Will she do more?” she asked, pressing her hip against his thigh, a
couple of inches to the side of where he needed her.

“If they’d like. There aren’t any restrictions on vanilla
sex in the hall or the rooms. Do you like what you see so far?” he asked, his
voice tight in his throat.

“Do you ever come here and watch when you’re alone?”

“Only to monitor the activities, not as a spectator. But
tonight, it’s a turn-on with you.” He forced himself to concentrate on the room
and the inhabitants, instead of the pair of delicious hips in front of his
groin. He got the gist of the activities about to unfold at this window based
on the players inside.

“Really. Doesn’t watching get old after a while?” she asked
in a strained voice.

“Does sex ever become routine?” He chuckled at her. God, she
had no idea the bombs going off in his head, and all because of her. He didn’t
know if she would flee after what she’d just witnessed.

“Ready for another room?”

“Yes. Please.” She curled her fingers around his arm, just
above his elbow. He walked her to the second window where a larger crowd had
formed. Two men were in the room with one woman.

“There are times when threesomes get pretty wild. You okay
with that?” he asked, speaking low against her hair.

“This is the first time I have ever seen anything like this.”
She leaned into him with her shoulder, without turning her face, and finished
with, “That’s fine.”

Perfect choice of words. He pulled her toward the back again,
and this time she stood on her tiptoes to see around the two sofas and various
tables filled with observers. The men inside the room had the woman spread out.
One held her hair, making her suck his dick while she rode the other dude
underneath. Soon enough, he imagined, one of the men would take her from
behind.

Like clockwork, the man with his shaft being sucked, bent
and picked up a bottle of lube.

“He’s going to fuck her from behind,” Brandon whispered the
words against the side of Mia’s face and she sucked in a small gasp. He pulled
her to a clearing. “Watch what happens.”

He stood to the side of Mia, contemplating her as she
observed, without obstruction, the moment the man drove his cock into the
waiting woman’s ass. At first Mia’s arms were tight against her body, then her
lips parted and she lowered her arms. In the crimson light, he noticed a pulsing
vein in her neck, beating wildly.

Is this the type of
play that got Mia off? He wondered if this tight-bodied woman enjoyed
having her sweet ass manhandled. He looked back to the room and both men were
slamming their shafts into their willing partner. That wasn’t the excitement
for him, though; it was watching Mia’s rapt attention.

“A turn-on for some women,” he offered, coming to stand
directly behind her and more than tempted to draw her to him,
hip-to-precious-hip.

She bit her lip, sucking the center into her mouth, and he
groaned, unable to hold back. He grazed his hands over Mia lush hips,
squeezing...testing the feel of her body, then drawing her back to him. Holy—holy
shit! He held his breath as his cock jerked from coming into contact with the
plump curve of her ass.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered, leaning back against him and
giving him a taste of sweet, exquisite torture. He closed his eyes, not paying
attention to the room or the people in the hallway who were moaning and
whispering instructions. Nothing mattered except the feel of Mia’s ass teasing
his cock. She ground herself against him and he sampled the edge of pure ecstasy.

“Baby,” he murmured as she pressed her hands over his,
threading their fingers together. No way could he pretend he wasn’t fully
aroused. This close to her, he reached out and slid their joined hands along
her hips.

“God, this feels so crazy.” She swayed in front of him,
first pressing one curve of her bottom into his groin, then swiping her other
round cheek over his crotch. From side to aching side, Mia rocked her hips,
rubbing across his erection.

“Mia,” he murmured into her hair. “The things I could do for
you. Just say the word.” He hiked her hips upward a couple of inches to ride the
tip of his cock. Right there! He envisioned taking his time in fucking her.

Pushing her ass against him, he lifted his hands to her
tits, and she whimpered, “Please. You feel so good.”

Her nipples grazed his fingertips. Any second, he’d come in
his pants if he didn’t slow down. He swung her around so that she faced the
wall. He blanketed her body, and she moved their hands down to the juncture where
her thighs and hips met. Her dress was so damn tight he couldn’t press his
fingers between her thighs. From the way she arched and moaned, he was certain directly
under his fingertips lay her slick flesh. He tugged at her dress, out of his
mind with lust, and his intentions wilder than they’d ever been. At that
moment, he had to get inside her, and if it meant fucking her up against a wall
in the hallway. If she didn’t care…hell, neither did he.

“Well, looks who’s come back to us.” Penrose’s soft twang
rang out down the hall.

“Damn,” Brandon swore against the curve of Mia’s neck.

He inhaled her fragrance for a second, wondering if he could
haul her out through the emergency exit and into his truck. He unlaced one hand
from hers, pulled up the front of her dress, and then placed his palm against
the wall. Now in the spotlight, he allowed a fraction of an inch between their
bodies. Not much, but enough to save her from having someone else get an eyeful
of him grinding into her ass, and for a much-needed second to catch his breath.
His cock was so hard, it rubbed painfully against the inside of his jeans. He
expelled a jagged breath and took a full step away from the soft, glowing heat
of Mia’s body.

His partner’s footsteps crept closer and he pivoted in time
to see Pen’s shit-eating grin. “How’s it going, partner?” Pen kept his voice
down.

“I’m busy,” he growled.

“Can see that. And who’s this?” Pen said, his face drawn in a
serious frown. “Wait a minute. Wait a cotton-picking minute. I recognize you!”

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